Humanifesto Poem by Doug Stewart

If I have ever over-reached, sought that
Which lies beyond me, outside my grasp
And vision. Tried to hold in my hands, heart,
Or strained my intellect to catch and explore,
No apology will I offer to gods or men.
I am human.

When I have scoffed the gods, called them out,
Referred to them as vapors, wisps of smoke,
And parlor tricks, condemned their spokesfrauds,
Rituals, costumes, and the colors of their seasons,
No apology will I offer to gods or men.
I am human.

Though I say the greatest date in history was July 20,
1969, that men and women have healed us more
Than all the pleas hurled at clay altars, the night sky,
Or cathedral ceilings. Nor is the Earth flat, nor stars lamps
No apology will I offer to gods or men.
I am human.

So when you, with giddy smile and joyful gait approach my
Door with heartfelt purpose and steadfast faith, heed the
Old book words you grasp so tightly, and kick the soil of this
Place from your boots, lest you learn the truth, lest it set you free.
No apology will I offer to gods or men.
I am human.